When I Depart From This World. A Loving Dedication to Gina Welds-Hulse
With Love, to Gina
When I depart from this world,
You will not find me where tears run, like a river,
Or mourning becomes as solemn as jilted love.
Rather would I be in the alcove of thy inner mansion,
Bedecked in the joys and fragrance,
Of the breath of spring.
I’ll be your bonfire,
Alight in the flares and fire-crackers; a torch-bearer,
Carrying the hallowed flames of your inner citadel;
To dine at the supernal banquet of Her Majesty.
I am a wayfarer, and will continue to enchant you,
Weaving the sweet words of the Beloved,
Through the firmament of another realm;
Re-awakening the charming melody of your Heart.
Come! My darling delicate one,
For I must lie on the wings of your beauty.
Like cockatiels, nightingales and canaries,
All whistling their smooth symphonies;
Emanating their sacred flames,
In the mysteries of thy longing.
Beauty and poise
My friends will remember me.
For the songs of the lark; the twinkling stars;
The autumnal leaves dancing on the merry hills,
Above the Choo Choo trains in Dillsberg,
Will all chant my glories,
In the magnificence of the setting sun.
You will find me in the running brooks;
In the moon’s glimmering light on the horizon.
We will hold hands in your dreams,
And soar with the eagle to an ineffable Delight.
So come! Let us build a tabernacle to our Queen.
For the weaving of Her yarns of purple satin,
Adorns the plains and valleys;
Covering the zenith of the Himalayas and beyond,
Spreading the wafts of crimson roses,
A remedial energy to the Soul.
Conches will blow and trumpets sound,
While minstrels chant: “Alleluia! All glory to our King!”
Thus will your spirit be full, like the ocean,
Filled with the aroma of one thousand candles,
Lighting up the greatness of the Soul.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted, 16th August, 2016.
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